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Nobara.
Nobara hates inaction. People who don’t do shit because they don’t know how to, but also don’t make the effort to find out. She loves Yuuji to hell and back, but sometimes he really gets on her nerves. This is one of those instances, where Yuuji, instead of taking matters into his own hands, just mutters about how life is unfair and how it’s ‘impossible’. Nothing’s impossible until you’ve tried, at least that’s what Nobara thinks. So she lets out an annoyed huff and smacks Yuuji upside the back of his head as he briefly sits up to take off his hoodie, making him shout out mostly in surprise.
“The hell was that for?!” he yelps, turning around to glare at Nobara.
“That was because you’re being a grade A pissbaby right now. If you want it so fucking bad, then go ask. We talked about this.”
Yuuji completes his pissbaby behaviour with the pouty look and lowered eyebrows, and it makes Nobara roll her eyes at him as he turns around again and leans his back against her chest.
“Then why don’t you ask?”
“I can ask him if you want. If you’re too scared of being rejected, that is.”
Yuuji snorts. “You’re saying that like rejection isn’t a possibility. What if he does say no? How do we go back to being just buddies with him after asking ‘hey, we’ve really wanted to fuck you for half an eternity and get you in on this relationship, are you interested?’”
“Megumi loves us,” Nobara replies simply. “He’d be nice about it. If he says no, sure—it’ll be awkward for a while but we could go back to being friends again after a bit. It’s not that difficult, Yuuji.”
Yuuji sighs with annoyance and shakes his head in disbelief. “You know what, you do it. You can call me a coward if you want but I’m shitty with words and I’d just make it awkward.”
Nobara shrugs. “Fine, I’ll ask him, then.” She picks up her phone, turning on the display to check what time it is. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else soon?”
“Not until five.” Yuuji, too, checks the time on her phone just before she turns off the display again. “Which is in forty minutes. And I should probably head out.”
“If you don’t wanna piss off Toudou by being late, I’d say so.”
Yuuji blows a raspberry at her comment, getting up off the couch. He kisses Nobara atop the head. “Sometimes I wonder if you actually love me.”
“That makes two of us. Now get going. Tell that big grump I said hi.”
This time, Yuuji laughs, and Nobara smiles at his back when he turns to go get dressed into something hopefully more proper than light-grey sweatpants and a tank-top. Honestly, the man’s fashion sense really doesn’t help his case—he always whines about Nobara half-jokingly calling him a himbo, but she does it for a reason. It’s only because he perfectly fits the description. Even Megumi agrees, but he doesn’t use the word ‘himbo’ like Nobara does.
Speaking of Megumi, their flatmate should be home soon, which gives Nobara that opportunity to do what Yuuji doesn’t have the balls to. In a way, she does understand Yuuji’s disinclination, because Yuuji loves Megumi probably as much as Nobara does. Maybe more, she doesn’t know and there isn’t a way to know that sort of thing. But in Yuuji’s case, his worries cause him to take the safe, stupid route and instead do nothing. Nobara, however, thinks it’s better that they communicate.
Even if it’s something like Nobara communicating to Megumi that she’s wanted him to fuck the living daylights out of her for almost two years now. Or Yuuji wanting the same thing, or wanting to do the same thing to Megumi.
Considering the way Megumi often sleeps elsewhere but their apartment, he must be fairly good in bed to have new sex partners at the rate he does. He never sticks to the same one for more than maybe two separate nights, because he doesn’t settle. Which brings about the question in Nobara’s mind if he would settle for their sake.
But then she mentally slaps her cheeks for almost turning into Yuuji with how she’s almost starting to worry about something she has no idea about. Normally, she’d say that she hangs out with Yuuji too much to the point where he’s starting to rub off on her—but she can’t do that since they live together and are dating. So she’ll just have herself to blame for almost letting him influence her to that extent.
Yuuji heads out to spend however long at the gym with Toudou, and Nobara stretches her legs out over the space on the couch that’s no longer occupied by her boyfriend. Instagram, YouTube, and Twitter keep her entertained for the little bit she has to herself in the apartment until Megumi comes back. By the time he does, Nobara is just about to give up waiting and start cooking dinner for herself. She’s not all that hungry, but knows she’ll have to eat sooner rather than later since she doesn’t like going to bed still feeling full.
“Hey,” Megumi says as he walks in. “Where’s Yuuji?”
“At the gym with Toudou. Wanna help me make dinner?”
Megumi hums. “You mean, ‘wanna do most of the work’? Yeah, sure.”
Nobara snort-laughs. “Hey, fuck you. I’m improving.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t. I think the kitchen might be the one and only thing and place you seem to be actually scared of.”
“I’m not scared of the kitchen. I just don’t wanna mess up food because that means throwing away something that could’ve been edible.”
Megumi opens the fridge, eyes scanning the contents. “That’s exactly why you’ve got to keep at it. So tonight, we’re doing equal parts.”
Nobara isn’t scared of the kitchen, like Megumi seems to like to think. She’s just had one too many accidents while cooking that have resulted in a small fire. It happens to everyone at some point… probably. She’s a lot better at cleaning than her two flatmates, however, which she thinks makes up for her lack of cooking skills. But one day, she will be on par with Megumi—however, both of them can only dream of being as good at cooking and improvising in the kitchen as Yuuji is.
Something they’re slowly realising is that they haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, which now leaves them with very limited options in terms of what to make for dinner. This is why having Yuuji around right now would’ve been great, because—again—at least he can improvise and whip something together seemingly out of thin air and still make it taste great. Next to Nobara, Megumi sighs with annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well, we might be fucked,” Megumi says, and Nobara chews on the inside of her cheek at the sheer irony of Megumi’s choice of word. Oh, speaking of…
She shrugs and turns around to lean against the counter, and then her gaze creeps back to Megumi. Determination starts bubbling up within her like a shaken, unopened soda, but it’s imminent. Maybe she should just be very direct about it. Megumi doesn’t like it when people are long-winded, anyway.
So she does as her mind tells her to, because fuck beating around the bush. Nobara takes a few steps forward to close the distance between her and Megumi, and then she snakes her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Say, Megumi,” she says. “I’ve gotta ask you something.”
Megumi, expression as calm as his eyes are blue, looks down at Nobara. “Okay?”
“I don’t know your preferences, because I’m not dating you and we don’t talk about that sort of stuff. It’s your business. But I want you to know that I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, and if you were up to it, I wouldn’t mind.”
See, if only Yuuji could’ve done this sooner, then maybe they’d already be somewhere close to where Nobara and Yuuji want to be with Megumi. Maybe, just maybe, Nobara also carries some responsibility in this and has had the opportunity to do the same thing. But Yuuji was the one who brought it up first and whined about it the loudest.
No, correction—Nobara hasn’t whined about it. Commented on it, sure. Lamented once or twice on the fact that it’s such a waste to not have Megumi in on this, because Megumi is… Megumi. He’s their Megumi as much as he isn’t. It’s always been the three of them; even when Yuuji and Nobara started dating, nothing else changed between them and Megumi. In fact, they’re only getting closer as time goes on.
But damn, it really is a shame they haven’t talked to Megumi about it sooner.
Megumi smiles. “I’ve always loved how blunt you are. Cutting corners like no one else can.”
“I know. So?”
“Do you and Yuuji really need that extra spice in the bedroom?”
Nobara huffs exasperatedly. “Come on, are you that disgusted by the idea? You can be direct, too, Megumi. Like no one else can, or how was it?”
Megumi snorts. “What would Yuuji say about you fucking another man?”
“He wants you, too. That’s what this is all about, but he’s too much of a coward to ask you himself.”
“… Hold the phone. What? You serious? Both of you?”
Nobara wonders if maybe she’s severely underestimated Megumi’s perceptiveness all this time. How hard can it be to understand? Did she unknowingly suffer a stroke so she’s now speaking unintelligibly to the point where Megumi simply can’t understand her? No, that can’t be it. Maybe he is just an idiot. Well, more of an idiot than she originally thought.
“Yes,” Nobara replies impatiently. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“It kind of is, yeah.”
Nobara gawks in disbelief. This man really has zero self-awareness in terms of how attractive he is, doesn’t he? But how is that possible considering all of the people he’s been with? It must’ve clicked for him at some point that maybe there’s at least one or two reasons pertaining to his looks that make total strangers want to fuck him. He may be an idiot at times, but Megumi isn’t stupid.
“You’re kidding,” she says, but nothing about Megumi’s facial expression says that he is. “Ugh, whatever—I’m not getting into this right now. So? Is it a yes or a no? If you absolutely wanna check with Yuuji that it’s okay, you can call him. I’m sure Toudou wouldn’t mind overhearing a conversation about a potential threesome.”
Megumi rolls his eyes. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s just a little sudden?”
Nobara moves in even closer. Her hands slide down to Megumi’s ass, squeezing his asscheeks. “Trust me, it’s not sudden. We’ve thought about this for a long time, Megumi Fushiguro.”
She watches as Megumi’s Adam’s apple slowly bobs up and down. For such a trivial, obvious thing, she suddenly finds it very erotic somehow. Maybe it’s just because she’s now very much in the mood and very much wants Megumi. If only Yuuji hadn’t decided on attempting to achieve a stupid dream to become a beefcake, he could’ve been here for this right now. His poor heart wouldn’t have been able to handle the obvious sexual tension hanging heavier in the air by the minute, though.
Megumi lifts up a hand to place a finger under Nobara’s chin. Slowly, he moves in to press a kiss to her lips, and Nobara closes her eyes. If that isn’t a yes, she doesn’t know what is. To her surprised delight, Megumi sticks out the tip of his tongue and prods her lips open, and Nobara reciprocates. He backs her up against the kitchen counter, but shortly thereafter breaks the kiss.
“I’m flattered,” Megumi says. “How could I possibly say no to such a direct request?”
“I don’t know. I thought, if anyone, you could.”
Megumi laughs softly. “I can’t say no to you, Nobara. Yuuji is a different story, but not you.”
“Wait, are you confessing? Is that happening right now?” Nobara asks, and Megumi smiles again.
“Well, I do love you two. I haven’t thought about the romantic part, but maybe that’ll come.”
“Yeah. Maybe it will,” Nobara replies faintly, suddenly finding it a little harder to breathe as her heartrate steadily increases. He’s so close; his body is now practically pressed flush against Nobara’s, and she’s aching. If this somehow turns out as Megumi just being a giant tease, this might be what finally puts Nobara behind bars.
Megumi leans in closer again until the tips of their noses are touching and Nobara can feel his warm breath fan against her skin. “Didn’t you say this was you and Yuuji wanting it? Why do I get the feeling you want to open the present before Yuuji has a chance to even guess what it is?”
“Maybe because I wanna see if it’s worth it or if I should ask for the receipt,” Nobara says.
There’s a glint in Megumi’s eye as he raises his eyebrows a little with a smile, but then he surges forward once more to capture Nobara’s lips in a kiss. It seems they’re thinking the same thing, because when Nobara moves to jump up and hook her legs around Megumi’s middle, he returns her previous gesture of placing his hands on her asscheeks, squeezing lightly. And when she hops up to lock her legs around him, Megumi catches Nobara, and starts walking across the kitchen and living room.
She likes not being able to see whose bedroom they’ll end up in; it’ll be a nice surprise to see where Megumi wants to fuck her. Despite Nobara and Yuuji dating, the two of them still have separate bedrooms even if they tend to sleep together in either Nobara’s or Yuuji’s bedroom interchangeably. Sometimes it’s nice to just get a bed to oneself, or at least that’s what Nobara thinks, which is why she wants to keep their rooms separate for at least a while longer.
Turns out they end up in her room—which makes Nobara wonder if Megumi is trying to make a point or if he randomly picked one—and as soon as they’re inside, Megumi pushes Nobara up against the wall next to the door, letting her down on the floor. She hates how tall both Yuuji and Megumi are in comparison to her. It’s not that she’s short, they’re the ones who are tall, Nobara thinks, and she will die on this hill. Thankfully for them, though, both Yuuji and Megumi have the decency to lean down to meet her in a way that isn’t condescending. She’d be the only one left in the household with her kneecaps intact if they’d been dicks about it.
Nobara pulls Megumi down by the front of his shirt to kiss him again, and Megumi—adorable, sweet, fucking attractive Megumi—pushes his thigh up between her legs. Nobara gasps at the very welcome but simultaneously challenging friction. Megumi leans in, and Nobara swallows hard as she feels his breath in her ear.
“I guess this will be a way for me to see if you two are worth it, too, huh,” he murmurs.
Nobara huffs, but she knows even before she speaks that her voice won’t come out as confident as she wants it to. “Trust me, you won’t want the receipt back.”
“I like that,” Megumi says. “I’m already a lot more excited.”
“Oh, you should be. I’ll even speak on Yuuji’s behalf and say that—”
The sudden sound of the apartment door unlocking and opening makes them both flinch, and Megumi almost jumps away from Nobara where she’d been pushed up against a wall just a few minutes ago. She can’t hide her disappointment, so she sighs exasperatedly at the fact that Yuuji really does have the worst timing anyone could ever have.
“Nobara? Megumi? Anyone here?”
“Yeah, dipshit,” Nobara barks back, and she yanks Megumi towards her again by his shirt. “You ruined a perfectly good moment!”
“What the hell was that ‘dipshit’ for?” comes Yuuji’s response, and then the sound of his footsteps comes closer. Merely seconds later, Yuuji stands in the doorway to Nobara’s bedroom, and he lets out an audible gasp of surprise. “What the fuck, you could’ve told me and I would’ve come home sooner! I would’ve booked it from the bus stop!”
Nobara rolls her eyes. “Maybe I wanted to take Megumi for a test drive first. See if he’d be a good fit for us both.”
“That’s so unfair,” Yuuji mutters. He walks up to Megumi, and Nobara decides to be nice for once, so she lets go of Megumi so Yuuji can get in on what the two of them, together, had wanted to happen in the first place. “Hey, are you really okay with this? Did Nobara tell you everything?”
Megumi looks back and forth between Nobara and Yuuji, and to Nobara’s—and probably Yuuji’s—surprise, he lets out a very much delighted laugh. A few years ago, that would’ve been very uncharacteristic for him, the seemingly eternally stoic Megumi Fushiguro. But then Megumi grew up, discovered sex, discovered how great it is, and he hasn’t been the same since. In a good way, mostly. It’s just been a damn shame to both Yuuji and Nobara that Megumi has had sex with a lot of people who aren’t them.
But maybe that can change today, if they’re lucky enough to hear Megumi say yes to their request.
“I’ve been briefed, yes,” Megumi responds. “And I like what I’ve heard so far.”
While Nobara raises her eyebrows slightly, Yuuji’s eyes widen. “Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
Nobara snorts. “I’m sure he does have a good idea. You’re not exactly subtle.”
“But I like it that way,” Megumi says, and the glance that Nobara exchanges with Yuuji after that says enough.
Her confidence in the fact that Megumi won’t ‘want his receipt back’ is growing more by the second. Oh, how she’s awaited this day. Well, she and Yuuji, to be correct. She’s confident that they’ll both make sure Megumi knows just how much they’ve wanted this and for how long.
Megumi.
It was certainly a request that came out of the blue, but Megumi may or may not have wondered before what it would be like to sleep with Nobara and Yuuji. Either just one of them at a time but also both at once. Because why not? Megumi wasn’t lying when he told Nobara that he loves them—he really does; both of them are really attractive, they’re his best friends, and Megumi just knows he’d be in for a treat.
He won’t tell Nobara this right now, though, because she doesn’t need a bigger head than the one she already has resting on her shoulders.
Megumi is a little upset over the fact that he let it take this long to discover how great of a kisser Yuuji and Nobara are, and how different they are in terms of how they kiss. Yuuji kisses Megumi like he doesn’t ever want to stop, and Nobara’s kisses are rough with nibbling, more lips than tongue but still deep enough for Megumi to almost feel dizzy. He’s delighted to find out that, in proportion to Yuuji’s build, he’s got more than just a decent package down south.
Indeed, he’ll absolutely enjoy himself tonight.
… well, depending on what the hell Nobara plans on doing with that funky-looking strap-on dildo.
“What the hell is that,” he deadpans as well as he can despite the fact that Yuuji is absolutely, definitely eating him out right now. Well, now Megumi knows why that particular part is happening—not that he’s complaining of course. Yuuji is, as Megumi is actively discovering, great at eating ass. As he’s great at many other things. Is there anything Yuuji can’t do?
Snorting incredulously, Nobara looks at Megumi from where she sits on her knees a little bit away from him with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if mocking his lack of knowledge of things he normally wouldn’t have to use, anyway since he has his own cock. And at least semi-frequently gets to enjoy other people’s cocks as well.
“You’ve honestly never seen one of these before? It’s just a dildo, Megumi, it’s not a fucking torture device if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That’s—oh fuck yes keep doing that—not a normal… dildo, though.”
Nobara looks at Megumi like he just fell from the sky. Next to her, Yuuji switches his tongue with a finger, and Megumi doesn’t have to really miss having something up his ass for very long. Sometimes, he just gets really lucky.
“Uh, no, because it isn’t a normal dildo? It’s double-sided, of course. I want to join in on the fun, too.”
“And why do you have it?”
“Come on,” Nobara replies dryly. “Why do you think I’d have one of these, just for myself? Use that brain of yours every once in a while.”
Megumi glances down at Megumi, biting on the inside of his cheek before speaking. God, Yuuji is good. “Have you ever used it on this guy?”
“’Course I have,” Nobara replies. “You’re full of questions about something so very trivial. It’s kind of hilarious.”
Trivial, she says. Megumi really can’t help but stare. He’s impressed, but he’s also once again intimidated by the very nature of Nobara Kugisaki. How she’s so goddamn unashamed of everything, acting as if everything she does, says or apparently straps onto herself is the most obvious thing in the universe. Like a double-sided dildo. It’s hard to keep watching what she’s doing when Yuuji has added another digit and is scissoring them inside of him, but Megumi still wants to see what the hell is going on before he gets a plastic cock shoved up his ass in lieu of Yuuji’s tongue or fingers.
Nobara gasps quietly, and for a second, Megumi completely forgets why on Earth she would do that if she’s just strapping a dildo to herself. But then he remembers the other side of it, and something in him just… ignites. She’s a fucking goddess normally but this is something else; she’s completely out of this world with how sensual she is and looks as she moves forward on her knees, discarding a bra in the process. That’s another sight in and of itself, and what a sight it is.
Yes, Megumi considers him really fucking lucky tonight to have sex with not just one, but two of the most attractive people he’s ever had the pleasure of getting to know.
Yuuji sits back up, and he smiles first at Megumi but then at Nobara, who places a finger under Yuuji’s chin to direct his attention towards her instead. She leans in for a kiss, and only then does it click for Megumi that Nobara has just gotten her first indirect taste of him this way. That’s certainly one way to go about that.
“You ready for me, pretty boy?” Nobara asks Megumi, and when her gaze lands on him, Megumi swears the colour of her eyes is impossibly darker somehow.
Megumi swallows hard. “More ready than I’ve ever been to have a fake cock shoved up my ass. But it’s fine since it’s you.”
Nobara scoffs. “Please don’t ruin the mood here. Get up on all fours. As much as I like both figuratively and literally fucking with Yuuji, I do think he should get in on this, too. Don’t you?”
“I agree,” Yuuji almost wheezes. Poor guy, Megumi thinks, and he, too, agrees with Nobara.
So he does as he’s told, and gets on all fours. Yuuji positions himself and his cock right in front of Megumi’s face, and Nobara stands at his ass. It’s been a long time since Megumi was at the centre of attention in a threesome, and he wouldn’t ever be able to properly explain how much he’s missed it. He isn’t very selfish—well, maybe, depending on the situation—but sometimes Megumi just really likes being pampered and cared for.
Megumi greets Yuuji with a tentative lick at the head grasping the base lightly with his right hand while his left supports him on the mattress. Yuuji makes a very low noise that Megumi wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close, and he can’t help but smile because, not only does he feel how desperately Yuuji needs satisfaction, he can tell even without a cock at his lips. The thought of trying to make Yuuji come without touching him comes to Megumi’s mind, but he assumes he could just save it for another day. He’s fairly confident it would go over quite swimmingly, and the mere idea makes him excited.
“’gumi, don’t be a fucking tease. Please just suck me off already,” Yuuji breathes just as Nobara pushes in and makes Megumi arch his back. He’d be a fool to think she’d be anything but rough; it’s not that he particularly dislikes it—in fact, he likes it a little rough—but he’d been just about to switch his focus to Yuuji instead and let his guard down.
Megumi is moved even further forward on the mattress because of Nobara’s thrust, and he then takes the opportunity to immediately put Yuuji out of his misery. Yuuji lets out an elongated groan when Megumi takes him in, and soon enough, Yuuji tangles his fingers in Megumi’s hair for purchase. Oh, it’s almost as if Yuuji knows, Megumi thinks. It’s hard not to smile while he’s got Yuuji’s cock in his mouth, but he somehow manages not to.
No, he’s quickly coming to realise that he definitely doesn’t want his receipt back so he can return the gift.
Nobara’s fingernails dig in a little into Megumi’s hips where she holds him firmly in place, and he winces while thinking he’s glad Yuuji was the one fingering him earlier and not Nobara. Maybe she takes notice of it, because she leans forward, pushing in even deeper somehow albeit not as roughly, and Megumi feels Nobara’s lips against the skin on his back.
“You can tell me if it’s too much,” she says. “Just know that Yuuji was able to take it. Not without laughing, but still.”
Megumi lowers his eyebrows into a confused frown. He takes his mouth off Yuuji with an unconsciously lewd, wet plop following and a string of saliva still connecting his lips to Yuuji’s cock.
“You were laughing?” Megumi asks, and Yuuji makes a face, averting his gaze.
“Listen, I’m ticklish. It was also weird the first time we did it.”
So there have been more than just that one time, then. Megumi feels like he’s getting more and more impressed by these two by the minute, the more he finds out about their sexual activities, preferences, and how frequently it seems like they’ve been at it. It makes him feel a little bit miffed about the fact that it took them this long to finally include him.
“Why was I invited so late to this?” Megumi asks while he uses his right hand and the saliva still clinging to Yuuji’s cock as lubricant to get him off while Megumi’s lips aren’t wrapped around it.
“Don’t ask me,” Nobara says, but when Megumi looks to Yuuji for a response, he doesn’t get one. So he shrugs, thinks that it’s better late than never, and takes Yuuji into his mouth again.
His tongue traces the veins lining Yuuji’s cock when he takes it in deeper and as he pulls back. Megumi can, simultaneously, feel Nobara’s experience with that double-sided dildo of hers with how she isn’t repeatedly stabbing him with it. Instead, Megumi feels himself getting close to his orgasm maybe a little faster than he’d like. She’s good, and of course she is. But maybe a little too good.
Megumi tastes precum against the roof of his mouth; at the same time, Yuuji’s grip in his hair tightens, and Megumi loves it. He uses Nobara’s thrusting rhythm as reference for how he bobs his head up and down with Yuuji’s cock in his mouth, and soon enough, there isn’t just precum coating the inside of Megumi’s mouth. Yuuji comes in a few smaller spurts which Megumi swallows before he separates his lips from Yuuji.
Yuuji, now seemingly entirely spent, slowly sits down on the bed. Megumi sees Yuuji’s legs tremble for that one second before Yuuji is sitting in a stable position, and he knows he’ll be there soon, too.
“Can I kiss you?” Yuuji asks. “Or is that weird after I just came in your mouth?”
Megumi gives Yuuji a look. “I should ask you that, idiot. Come here.”
“Hey,” comes Nobara’s stern voice behind Megumi, grabbing and roughly squeezing around the base of Megumi’s cock for emphasis. “Don’t you dare leave me out of this. I’m still here very much fucking you, Megumi.”
“And you’re—fuck yes!—doing it really well,” Megumi responds half coherently before he pulls Yuuji closer to him for that kiss Yuuji asked for. He hears Nobara scoff, and then she shifts back to the rougher thrusts from before, making Megumi gasp into Yuuji’s mouth. “Oh my god, Nobara.”
“I know,” she says, and that’s when he notices that her voice is becoming more and more laboured. He’d had his doubts up until now about whether or not this would actually be satisfying to her, but Megumi assumes this confirms it.
As expected considering the multiple sources of satisfaction, Megumi comes before Nobara, who still continues fucking into him after he’s been entirely spent, with his ass still held up into the air by her. Megumi grits his teeth as Nobara rides out her orgasm, and when she lets go of him, Megumi ungraciously, completely collapses with his face resting on Yuuji’s lap.
He’s so close to just falling asleep, and it doesn’t help that Yuuji is gently carding his fingers through Megumi’s hair. But he keeps his eyes at least half open while listening to his still racing heartbeat as it starts slowing down. Indeed, he does feel his thighs tremble, which makes Megumi grateful that he’s lying down on a bed with his head on Yuuji’s lap so it’s practically impossible for him to fall off.
“So,” Nobara says after a while, “you still want that receipt back?”
“Hah? Receipt?” Yuuji asks, confused.
Megumi laughs. He sits back up slowly, and crawls over to Nobara before cupping her face with his hands. Their lips meet, and Megumi feels Nobara’s huff against his skin.
“I don’t,” Megumi replies afterward. “I’m happy with my purchase.”
“Good.”
“Seriously, what are you two talking about? Receipt? Purchase? What the fuck did I miss?”
But all Megumi and Nobara do is laugh at Yuuji’s confusion. It’s a lot more fun if he has no idea what the hell that’s about. Maybe he’ll find out next time, though.